"Mr. Vincent, do you think he will come?" The one who spoke was the old man in his sixties. The aura of old age on his body made the entire hall seem a little dull. The old man used his freckled hands to open a box. Inside were three cigars arranged neatly. He took out one of them, cut off the cap of the cigar box with a pair of exquisite silver scissors, put it to his mouth, and lit a match.
He took out another from the box and threw it in front of Vincent.
As the leader of the Light Concealment Society, Vincent picked up the cigar and looked at the old man opposite him. He shook his head and said, "I'm not used to this thing. I'll leave it for you to enjoy."
Then, he pushed the cigar back.
The old man laughed, but his laughter was rather unpleasant to hear. He blew out a ring of smoke and said, "I'm old. It's really inconvenient to be old. Everything has become dull. It's hard for ordinary cigarettes to stimulate my senses. Only cigars smell a little. "
"You're old, but there are some places where you're not old, such as here." Vincent nodded his head.
The old man's name was Wally, and he was the leader of the Gate of Freedom. The Gate of Freedom could be said to have been secretly cultivated by the Light Concealment Society. It was originally a chess piece that Vincent used to deal with the Federation and provoke conflict. However, to this day, the Gate of Freedom had grown rapidly, and the Light Concealment Society was no longer able to control this colossus.
The reason why the Gate of Freedom was able to develop so quickly was because of the old man sitting opposite him. It was such an old man without any combat strength that allowed the Gate of Freedom to become independent from the hands of the Light Concealment Society and even become a great figure on equal footing with Vincent.
It wasn't that Vincent hadn't thought of secretly dealing with Wally. To be honest, there were many opportunities, but he couldn't do so. Because Wally had become the spiritual leader of the Gate of Freedom. Wally was still alive, so the Light Concealment Society could influence the Gate of Freedom through cooperation or other means. If he died, the Gate of Freedom would probably collapse immediately, and at that time, it would be advantageous to the Federation.
It was a delicate balance, and Wally was a fragile cornerstone. Not only did Vincent not dare to touch him, he also had to send people to protect him from the Federation assassinating him. Even if the surface forces didn't negotiate, they would have to reshuffle.
Time passed bit by bit, and when Wally's cigar was almost finished, the door was finally pushed open. Only one person walked in, Capullo.
From afar, Capulo said in a deep voice, "It really looks like your Light Concealment Society's style. It's another base hidden deep underground." Is one Doomsday Bunker not enough? Are you going to make another one? "
"Actually, there are a few bases like this." Vincent stood up with a smile on his face. "I'm glad you accepted the invitation, Marshal Capullo. We should have talked a long time ago. You will find that the Smiths are not the only partners, especially after what happened today. "
"What if I say that I know nothing about this? What do you think?" Capullo walked to one of the chairs, took off his fox fur cloak and put it on the back of the chair. Then he tidied up his clothes and sat down.
The old man smiled dryly and said, "Everyone knows that Marshal Capullo is unparalleled. He would never do such a dirty thing."
Capullo snorted and looked at Wally. "If I did it, I wouldn't have made as many mistakes as the Smiths. Filthy? Politics is never dirty. "
The old man's flattery fell on the horse's foot, and he was so embarrassed that he could only laugh dryly. He went to get the second cigar, but he didn't cut it open. He just played with it in his hand.
Vincent could only smooth things over and say, "Marshal Capullo is right. Politics has always been about profit."
The old man spread out his hands.
Capullo coughed and looked at the two of them. "Then, you two, what is the purpose of your invitation to meet me? Can you tell me now?"
Wally gestured to Vincent, as if he was going to let him preside over it, while he himself shut up so as not to flatter the wrong person. Vincent narrowed his eyes and said, "The day after tomorrow is the time for negotiations with the Federation. This negotiation is an accident for us, Marshal Capullo."
Capullo was silent.
Vincent continued, "Who would have thought that a kid from Bescot would grow to such an extent that even Marshal Capullo would not be able to suppress him? He is now a trump card in the hands of the Federation. Even the Federation cannot control this trump card, but at the very least, the Federation has borrowed his power to force us to agree to the negotiations. "
Vincent spoke very skillfully. He did not mention that Capullo had been defeated at all. Instead, he used another way of saying the same thing. Obviously, Vincent's words made Capullo feel better.
"But everyone here should be the same as me, unwilling to sit at this negotiation table, right?" Vincent said loudly. "I think everyone knows what the Federation is going to offer. I just want to ask you two, will you agree to those conditions? But if we don't agree, as long as we have that trump card, what kind of storm can we stir up? "
Capullo snorted and said, "Can't you just say it directly? How exactly are you going to deal with that Bescot? Do you have to take such a big detour?"
Vincent choked him speechless. He smiled and said, "I'm clearing up the mess for you guys. Right now, the Federation is relying on Allen's card. So if we want to get fair treatment at the negotiating table, we have to kick this trump card out. "
"Kick him out?" Capullo sneered, "Isn't that as difficult as kicking me out?"
Vincent nodded and said, "That's why we invited Marshal Capullo to meet, because only the Marshal has fought him." So we want to know what level Allen's combat strength has reached. In other words, how many people or what kind of weapons would be needed to kill him? At the very least, we will severely injure him so that the Federation will have no cards to play. "
Capullo narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Vincent is really well prepared."
"Well said, but it's still hard to say if it'll be useful." Vincent said.
Capullo thought for a moment and said, "At Allen's level, there's no point in using crowd tactics. If we want to win more than one, we have to at least work together with Greed to have a chance of doing so. I don't think Greed will make a move, so unfortunately, there's probably no one on Earth who can defeat Allen. "
"Of course, if I'm willing to risk my life, it's not that I don't have a chance to severely injure him. That's right, it's just a serious injury. I don't have the slightest confidence in killing him. " Capullo paused for a moment and spread out his hands. "But I won't do that, so it's almost impossible to rely on experts to deal with him."
"What about the weapon?"
"Weapon?" Capullo shook his head. "Let's not talk about him, just me. Even if I use the mothership's main cannon against me, I have too many things to do between charging the main cannon and hitting me. Even if I don't destroy the mothership before the main cannon hits, I can still avoid it. "In order to ensure lethality, the mothership can't be too far away, and if it's close, I can shoot down the mothership before the main cannon is fired."
"Even if I'm hit, the mothership's main energy cannon might not be able to kill me. You can't even kill me. You want to kill Allen? In your dreams. " Capullo looked at the dome and said, "Assuming there is such a weapon that can kill or severely injure people of our level, then this weapon must meet several conditions."
"I'd like to hear the details."
"First, it must be precise. It must be able to accurately lock onto the target, so that the target will receive the most damage, and not let the attack miss. "
"Second, the charging time can't be too long. As for the physical nature of the attack, I don't think the weapons on Earth can do it. Therefore, it can only be an energy weapon. However, if the energy weapon takes too long to charge, the energy reaction will be noticed by us. Once we detect it, we can make many corresponding measures, such as escaping thousands of miles away. With my speed, I can easily avoid such a slow attack. "
"Third, we must strike quickly. From launch to hit the target, the shorter the time, the better. As for why, we can refer to the second point I raised above. "
Capullo looked at the two people at the opposite table and said, "Finally, the energy must be strong enough, at least enough to destroy a Star Destroyer with one shot. Combining the above points, I've thought about it. There's only one weapon that has a chance of doing it, but that weapon will never be used by us. "
Wally was stunned and said, "Is Marshal referring to that one?"
"Star Rail Cannon."
"Sword of Daybreak!"
Capullo and Vincent said at the same time. The former nodded, "That's right, it's the Sword of Daybreak." The Satellite Rail Cannon had been developed by the Federation long before the Nelms invaded, and the components had been manufactured at that time. After the invasion of Nelm, the production base of the Star Rail Cannon was not attacked by artillery fire because it was properly protected. Half a year ago, the Star Rail Cannon was successfully launched into the sky. It can accurately hit any city inside the planet, and it can destroy any battleship, including a Planet Destroyer. It is no exaggeration to say that it is now the guardian of Earth. "
This weapon was also the trump card of the Federation, but both Capullo and Vincent had set their base in the city. Take the underground base they were currently in, for example. Above their heads were the streets of the city.
Thousands of people were tied to the chariot by them, so the Federation didn't dare to act rashly even though they had Star Rail Cannons.
"In other words, only the Sword of Daybreak can deal with Allen." Vincent smiled. "That's not impossible. At least we can give it a try."
"Wait." Capullo said in a deep voice, "The Sword of Daybreak is in the hands of the Federation. How are you going to control this weapon?"
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